Flutrbye2@aol.com "Wish Upon the Moon" by Flutterbye Rated G (?) Author's Notes: Konnichi-wa, minna-san! My name is Flutterbye. Ok, I really don't wanna bore you with the fact that this *is* my first fanfic, (WAIT!! do NOT hit your 'back' button yet, PLEASE!) but it is. It is yet another Serena & Darien fic, so if you're not into them, NOW would be the time to click your browser's 'back' button. Ok, I guess it's sorta sappy, but I am a "hopeless" romantic, and Serena and Darien happen to be my favorite couple. If I ever DO decide to post another fanfic, it will probably be about them. But I will try and be fair to the other characters and include them though. This is told from Serena's POV. I guess it isn't all that original, so gomen.. 'Kay, that's all I have to say for now... Except the: Disclaimers: Sailor Moon and all related characters belong to Naoko Takeuchi, Kodansha, Toei Animation, and Ban Dai. oh yeah, DiC and Sea Gull Entertainment I guess... probably more big, bad corp.'s, co.'s, & inc.'s that could and just might sue me... PLEASE DON'T! Ok? My parents would be sorta mad.. ^_^* ::also:: Thank-you's: DOMO Arigato to Andrea and Artemis and all of the other lovely authors & editors of this webpage for posting this! Ok, w/ out further ado, here is... ::Spooky Organ Music like from 'The Phantom of the Opera':: Whoops! I mean... ::Drum Roll (but it's still SPOOKY! BE ASCARED, VERY ASCARED!):: Wish Upon The Moon "Ouch!" A yelp escapes from my mouth as my butt makes hard contact with the pavement. Flustered, I look up to see who I have bumped into while also preparing to apolog-... Oh, boy it's him. My apology gets caught in my throat as I start speaking. Okay, more like ranting. "What is your problem, Darien?!?!" I wail, waving my fists in the air. I imagine that I must be looking pretty pathetic like this, still on the ground. I pick myself up, and look him in the face with a pretty nasty scowl pasted on my own. Bad move. "MY problem? Geez Meatball Head, it seems to me that YOU'RE the one with the problem!" He yells back, seeming equally upset. His retort went through one of my ears and out the other, however. My gaze was transfixed on his deep, blue eyes... his lovely, alluring, deep blue eyes... his lovely, ANGRY, deep blue eyes... Uh-oh. "Well my only problem is YOU!" I yell back even louder. Before I have a chance to curse myself for saying that, I glance at my watch. Oh godz, Raye's gonna fry me!!! "Raye's gonna fry me!!!" I yell and push past him much to my dismay, puffing all the way to Cherry Hill Temple. ******************************* My life is SO unfair. Raye did fry me. Okay, so I didn't walk out of the temple literally looking like something from KFC, but she DID yell at me pretty harsh. So did Amy, Lita, and Luna, and I very well would've rather stayed on the sidewalk at arguing with Darien. And that's another thing that's even more unfair in my life- my relationship with Darien. I seem to make him miserable despite the fact that I really do like him and the fact that he makes ME miserable. Why do I like Darien if he makes me miserable, you ask? That's simple. His deep blue eyes, his strong, well-built, defined features, that quirky smile that just makes me want to melt... *Sigh* But my feelings for him aren't only skin deep. I guess I also like him because he CAN be really nice and sweet, and funny and witty and very charming... even the way he calls me 'Meatball Head.' It sort of makes me feel special in a world where no one else really treats me as if I am. I guess I deserve that though, always being late and crying, getting poor grades and eating like a pig. . I guess the only thing that makes me special is the fact that I'm Sailor Moon, champion of justice. But the only people who know that I'm Sailor Moon still lecture me constantly. I deserve that too, I really don't exactly do the best job as Sailor Moon. I guess I might be just a typical, scatterbrained junior-high school girl with 3 crushes. But Darien isn't just a crush, he's special to me, too. Sure, Andrew is really nice and good-looking also, but he's more of a friend (plus the fact that he's already taken.)And Tuxedo Mask, well... all he is is a crush. I don't REALLY know him, all I know is that he's handsome, dashing, romantic, and that's he's there to help. Or is he..? He just confuses me. But Darien, he's different. Different for all of the reasons I stated earlier, plus something else that draws me to him, something that I can't quite put my finger on, something that I'll probably never be able to comprehend. All I know is that I love him, and that he hates me. Maybe he doesn't *hate* me, maybe I'm just another annoying schoolgirl to add to his list of 'Girls Who Bother Me Constantly Due To My Good Looks'. Okay, okay, all I REALLY know is that I'm not exactly in his favor. Wow. I don't think I've ever thought about somthing this much. Ohmigod- I've actually *contemplated* on something! And gained a headache because of it! No surprise there. I decide that I've been thinking too much for one day, and slip on my jacket and shoes to go out for a walk. I step out into the cool night air and decide to walk to the park. All I can think about is Darien... Darien, Darien, Darien. A man has never dominated my thoughts the way that he does. Why do I make him miserable? I conclude that it's because when I'm around him, it's hard for me to speak from the heart, and I just talk before thinking. My life is SO unfair. I stop at the bridge over the lake in the park, and lean over the railing. 'Oh Darien,' I think, 'Why can't my relationship with you just be simple?' "Hey, Meatball Head." I spin around quickly to see Darien standing there. Ohmigosh, have I been thinking so hard that my mind decided to conjure him up and play a cruel trick on me for overworking it? No, he's really here. Why? "What are you doing here?" I ask quietly. I turn back to lean on the railing once again, not wanting to face him. "I might ask you the same thing," he replies, leaning on the railing next to me. "Just thinking about how unfair and complicated my life is," I mumble audibly and truthfully, while staring into the water. "You?" he asks, slight confusion and skepticism in his voice. I must have looked pretty pitiful, because then he remarked that he could relate to that, with slight remorse and sympathy in his voice. I'm still looking into the dark blue water, which reflects a ripely, wavy image of my face and his. I turn the back of my head to him; I can't look him in the face yet, and the blue waters remind me too much of his eyes. We are silent for a moment, only hearing the cool night breeze whistle through the air. Then, he breaks the silence. "Do you ever make wishes, Serena?" he inquires. I turn slowly to face him. He called me 'Serena.' Wow, this HAS been a weird night. "Yeah," I answer. "On the stars?" I nod my head yes. "Ever wish upon the moon?" he asks, gesturing slightly with his head to the sky. I shake my head no and turn away from his gaze again. I can't bear it, how close he is to me, how much I want to kiss him, how much I want him to kiss me back... "You should," he says quietly. I look up into the sky, and stare at the luminous crescent that hangs over our heads. Why not wish on it? After all, do I fight for love & justice, and punish evil in the name of it. "Okay..." I say. "Okay," he repeats with confirmation. "1, 2,..." I know what I want. And I know that I may not get all of it to come true. I know that I can't wish for him whisk me into his arms, I know the only thing I can wish for is... "3." I squinch my eyes shut and wish for it. It is done. "What did you wish for?" he asks. "Courage," I reply, fidgeting with my zipper. My hands are very clammy, and there are butterflies- no, more like frenzied bats in my stomach. "For what?" he asks again. "For this.." I reply. I quickly grab him by the lapels of his jacket and pull him close, planting my lips on his briefly. I release him, and pure confusion is on his face. Damn. Stupid wish. Stupid wish, stupid me, stupid, unfair LIFE! I turn my head down as embarrassment flushes my cheeks red, and hot tears begin to stream down them. I don't bother to wipe them away. I want to, but I don't. I want to far, far away from him and this place, but I can't. I am frozen with fear. I close my eyes tightly, more tears pouring from them. All I can see in my head is the real look of confusion on his face, and a made up one of pure disgust taking that over. Then I hear it. Laughing. I very slowly turn my face up to him to see him chuckling. Well, at least he's only *laughing* at me... But then he just smiles at me. Not an amused smile, but a happy one. "I told you it would work," he says quietly. He takes my face in his hands and begins to wipe away the unchecked tears with his thumbs. He looks into my eyes. "Both of our wishes came true," he whispers. Shock runs in waves through my body. Okay, NOW is the time to question reality. But before I can, his face is moving closer to mine and he gently kisses me. The shock is replaced by a warm, tingling feeling that emanates through my soul. I feel him pull his face away from mine slowly. My eyes are still shut, I don't want to open them in case this is not real. I reluctantly open them to see Darien standing there, smiling at me. I smile back, and his hands leave my face to wrap around my waist. I wrap my arms around his neck as our lips meet again. We stand there, kissing sweetly under the stars, and the moon we dared to wish upon. ~Fin More Authors Notes (Yay.): Holy crap, how frickin' sappy was that? Domo Arigato for wasting your time and reading this anyway if you didn't like it. However, if you are one of the 1% of people who've read and actually LIKED this story, I would love to hear from you. ALL feedback is welcome though. BUT, I'll tell you this right now, flamers- I ALREADY KNOW that this story is: -Sappy -Confusing -Very grammatically incorrect -Just plain STUPID So if you're comments include the above, no need to contact me. Gomen, I'm just too damn lazy to fix all of that stuff now. CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is always welcome, though. If I get adequate feedback, I just might revise and resubmit this story, possibly submit a NEW one, so E-MAIL ME, PLEASE!! I BEG OF YOU! ::pant pant:: O- *puff* Okay... ::puts on cheesy smile:: That's all for now, buh-bye!! T-hank you, come again! and remember... 'BUTTERFLIES' DON'T BUTTER FLY, THEY FLUTTER BY! ~Flutterbye =) Flutrbye2@aol.com